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Mericolt's Secret
Mericolt's Secret
Mericolt's Secret
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“Where are we?” Mericolt asked Pentil. “Is this Earth?”

Thick vegetation surrounded them and everything smelled so very green. Could the Pearls of Wisdom be in such a remote place? He fingered his space-cutting knife, a tool his mother gave him before she disappeared. She told him the knife would be the greatest secret he’d ever have---to be used only in an emergency. Then she demonstrated how to cut a doorway. Not an ordinary doorway, but a doorway that connected to a tunnel in space---a tunnel with an opening to another constellation or another world.

Or to where the Pearls of Wisdom were hiding. Would he need to use his knife? Wasn’t this an emergency?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateApr 1, 2017
ISBN9781483595610
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    Mericolt's Secret - Sandra Sherrod

    Quadrants

    There was a commotion in the fairy village when the old Skyhook Car with chipped yellow paint finally stopped. Two people stepped out. Not nature folk, but people. It had been a long time since people had visited the fairy village---within the memories of some of the older fairies, maybe, but not the younger ones.

    Remember we’re visitors, Pentil warned Mericolt. We can’t just walk in and make ourselves at home.

    Why not? Mericolt asked. Certainly they understand common courtesy. He pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and covered his nose. Everything smelled so very, very green.

    Not when people are involved. And another thing-- Pentil turned around and saw Mericolt, Don’t do that. He pulled the handkerchief out of his hand. Who do you..?

    Before he could finish, an elderly plant fairy walked down the path toward them. Not used to having people arrive by Skyhook, he said, friendly-like, but he peered at them suspiciously. Have you lost your way? The elderly plant fairy spoke the common universal language with a slight accent, suggesting he hadn’t visited the Greater Universe for a long time, but still knew enough of the common language to converse with them.

    Not at all, Pentil stepped in front of Mericolt to greet the old fairy, whose slow bow-legged pace suggested that he was too old to work with the plants. Now his duty was to guard the village.

    Mericolt visibly paled. He hated the smell of green. Too robust. He was used to the gentle smells of the Land Where Anything is Possible, but it was the heat coming from the plants that bothered him. His fancy shirt with the fluffy long sleeves and lacy cuffs felt limp and stuck to his body. Just in time Mericolt remembered his manners. Following Pentil’s instructions he extended his hands to the old gentleman, fairy style, palms up. I’m from the Land Where Anything is Possible, he said, certain that the fairy would recognize such an important universal place.

    Where? The old plant fairy asked, his grey eyes squinting like he was trying to remember where he’d heard that name.

    The Land Where Anything is Possible, Mericolt repeated.

    They’re not universal, Pentil whispered loudly. They don’t just pick up and leave the natural world. He wouldn’t know where that is.

    Mericolt interrupted. Of course he does. This is Septenian. He visited Helena the Most High not so long ago. I saw his picture in a book in the Library when I was studying Earth. He had a plant problem. I think it was a plant that refused to grow. Something I read in a book about Earth.

    Septenian smiled broadly.

    Mericolt saw that the old fairy had three teeth missing and wondered if it was common for plant fairies to lose their teeth. Rather than focus on his missing teeth, Mericolt continued. Remember. You had a plant that couldn’t get its fluids to circulate.

    The old fairy stopped and looked closely at Mericolt, and then Pentil. Yes, the plant had a difficult time sucking the water out of the ground. I remember Helena’s gardens. She invited me to one of her teas. Are you related to Helena the Most High? Septenian’s manner of speaking was quite old fashioned, but easily understood.

    Before Mericolt could answer, Pentil interrupted. I’m Pentil from the Teptian village.

    I know where that is, Septenian said. I’ve traveled a good deal. The old fairy smiled, wrinkling his tanned face until his grey eyes nearly disappeared. By looking at your clothes I’d say you work with the insects.

    The old fairy held up the sleeve of his jacket and pointed to a similar butterfly patterns on his jacket. He bowed slightly and touched the butterfly design near his elbow. Pentil returned the bow touching a similar butterfly shape on his cuff.

    Now what? Mericolt asked after the simple ceremony had ended.

    Pentil frowned at Mericolt. We wait. We have to be invited.

    Apparently satisfied they meant no harm, Septenian walked slowly toward the village, cautiously leading the way, occasionally stopping to point out a certain plant. Pentil knew the old fairy was testing his knowledge of the natural world. Septenian touched a plant with a long stem and a small lavender flower that peeked out of its greenery. Pentil knew plant fairies favored this flower. When the flower died and dropped to the ground, they would carefully strip the drying flower petals and carry them to their village. They scattered the lavender petals around their small homes, even on the grounds around their village.

    We have seven of these plants, Septenian proudly announced.

    Do you keep the fragrant flower petals in your homes or scatter them around your village?

    Septenian’s wise old eyes smiled at Pentil. You are not a full-fledged nature folk, but you do understand the fairies in the natural world.

    Pentil nodded. I’ve lived with the people in the your world for a long time.

    But you are from the Greater Universe. Why are you here? Septenian stopped, lifted his cap and ran his fingers through his gray hair. I would like to know that before going any further.

    Mericolt shifted from one foot to another. We have to hurry.

    No, we don’t need to hurry, Pentil said so quietly that Mericolt stopped, looked first at Pentil, and then at the old fairy. Realizing the old fairy wouldn’t go any further until

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